2018 – what a troublesome year!

I am slightly fed up with 2018. I am wondering what more this year can throw at me.First there was the water damage that forced me and my cat out of my house for one month while the building recovery firm made my house liveable again. While we were in exil, I decided to pop over to Denmark for a short week.

When Coco and I came back home, I had to find someone to do my garden. The lady I found (temporarily only) came with me – to check the flat – in Spain. It had become a dump! Grrrr.
We spend the whole week cleaning the flat for the next lodgers.
I manage to organise that the flat got painted from top to bottom, incl. the outside balcony rails and fixing this and that that had been left and not fixed; like the air-con that had never been serviced.

When I got home I wrote a “Dear John” letter to the keyholder and sacked him.
Luckily, I had another key-holder lined up.
I will meet her in October when I am returning to Spain to finish refurbishing the flat (new sofa, armchair, dishwasher …).

And the saga goes on and on, but I wont bore you any further.

The 1st of August Swiss National Day.

Today is the National Day in Switzerland.

The date of the Federal Charter was signed in Pacte du Rütli, early August 1291, when three Alpine Cantons – Schwyz Coat of arms of Schwyz, Uri Coat of arms of Uri and Unterwald Coat of arms of Obwalden , swore an oath of confederation an action which later came to be regarded as the founding of Switzerland.

 

Parking dispute at no.31

There was a person parking on my garage forecourt Sunday-Monday.
I had a doctors appointment at 10am and couldn’t get out of my garage.
I had never seen that car in the area before, so I didn’t know where it came from.

Anyway I got a taxi to and from the surgery and when I was back home the car had gone.
But low and behold, at 2pm the car was back! Swear, swear … more swear!
So I checked online what I could do and everything I read was contradictory.

Hence me writing the following words, printing them and sticking the print onto the windscreen.

Private property of number 31
Please DO NOT PARK here ever again
You owe me £6 for taxi as I couldn’t get my car out this morning

After which the car disappeared.

When I got home late Thursday-Friday night, I found a letter in my letterbox with £20 and a letter from the guilty person:

Dear no. 31,
I extend my sincerest apologies for parking across your garage a couple of days ago.
I mistakenly thought it was part of no.30, but it was gross misjudgement on my part. Your actions were completely justified.

Please accept this as my goodwill gesture to you. I hope it helps bury the hatchet. It’ll never happen again.

You owe me £6 for a taxi, as I couldn’t get my car out this morning.

 

I can only say many thanks the the owner of the car for his/hers kind gesture.

Lunch with my cousins

Thursday last; I was having lunch with 2 of my cousins at The Plough in Cadsden, Cadsden Road, Princes Risborough. I saw Susan nearly 2 years ago and as for Sonja that’s at least 10 years ago.

We had a lovely lunch and it was nice to re-connect with them.
The weather wasn’t encouraging a walk in the forest.

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Goodbye traveling Trunk

As of today, I am no longer the owner of this vintage traveling trunk.

I sold it to my Handyman who came this morning to do a lot of work; but we decided to wait with most of the items on my list until after DJH has finished their work. He did though make the ceiling in my downstairs cupboard good; and between us we managed to remove the air went pipe bend from that cupboard. I feel tempted to use it as a flower pot holder in the garden.

 

Emptying my garage and conservatory

I have a gentleman who used to be my neighbour. He comes when I text him to collects all of my PC related rejects. The charity he is involved with regularly sends lorry loads of stuff to somewhere in Africa. It is nice to know that my rejects are not just being flogged on; but actually being re-used.

He came today to pick up: 7 boxes, 3 touch screens till monitors, a couple of till card-readers, 3 dead PCs, 1 laser printer, 1 dead printer and lots of power leads and this and that’s.

My garage and conservatory are now looking rather empty and I can start tidying them up.

I will get rid of more on “Facebook Marketplace”, some for sale and some for free; the more the better!

I checked what would go by advertising “11 mostly white pillow cases” for free, they found a new home within 24 hours. Not bad at all.

The worst poker room managers decision

I was playing at MK Casino and had 4700 chips already in the pot. We were heads up, the person in front of me bets 3000, I told him that I only have 600 left and calls.

He then chucks his cards, not into the middle of the table but, straight to the right of him into the muck. Suddenly he realises that I had called and retrieves his cards from the muck.

I had a 9 for the straight, he had an ‘Ace’ for the straight; BUT in my eyes, he had mucked his cards so the pot was mine, in the managers eyes it was his because of his ‘Ace’.

It didn’t matter how much I argued that he had mucked his cards and that he wasn’t paying attention to my move; I lost.

Hygge – a Danish word for the Dictionary

There is a new buzz word for the English dictionary and it is the most wonderful word and situation in the world.
It is HYGGE.

I went out today and purchased a little book called “HYGGE – Comfort and Food for the Soul” as I just had to see what the unknown author (I can’t find the name anywhere) had to explain what HYGGE is. I had to smile at the cover that used 10-12 word just to try to translate it and 10 more words to define it.

What can I say HYGGE is just that very hyggeligt.

So I can only say to all my friends and followers have a lovely HYGGELIG New Year eve